Crowned Bhim-A-shankar

Foothills of sahyadris

July 7, was unlike any other ordinary night. The air had been filled with the silence of a grave. There had been a great sense of stillness all around. The usual night was appearing more enigmatic than itself with every passing moment, and the moon kept floating like an oasis in a dry, weary desert. Exuberance was on it's high and sleep had been miles away. The excitement of getting high, kept us high and awake. As the sun started to rise above the horizon, we also set forth with our sail.

Blue bus which, earlier, had the calmness of a blue sky, suddenly burst into flames with all sorts of chittering and chattering. Riveting enthusiasm kept flowing through the air, among vile of smoke and rich, soothing drizzle. The jolt begun with a few tongue-in-cheek along with ritual parodies. Finally, we decided to settle upon our uncanny singing abilities (May the Gods of music forgive us forever). The convoy had set forth on it's way,and the journey had begun. Sooner than later, all the great artisans of music were on a role, and, sweetness and melody were being challenged by cacophony and ruthlessness. The crowd started becoming vibrant and amalgamated with the passage of time.

Getting along these joyous moments, we reached to the foothills of Sahyadris. The tall mountain that had been waiting for us all along. We were all set to embrace ourselves upon this moment.

Natural Flora

Amidst, all our joy, we began trekking with a lot to explore, and, a lot to implore. Cool breeze kept wandering along the green terrains and the sniveling sky kept drizzling every now and then. We walked a few steps to lay ourselves along lord Ganesha. The real show was about to begin. We were done with the trailor and the real movie was about to start. We gathered around, collected ourselves and began with a bang. The convoy had struck like a pack of wolves out for hunt.

Waterfalls

We moved ahead captivated and mesmerised within our creator's skills. Every object seemed to be in it's perfect order, as if, nothing could have been any better. Every piece of rock had its own architecture, own colour, own design, own imprint and it's own history. But, here they stood, standing together, holding each other in fire and rain, and in wind and in pain. We graced them with our smile and start racing ahead. Birds started chirruping coarsely, crabs started crawling surreptitiously and toads started galloping all around. Climbing every rock had it's own fun and while walking around we witnessed nature's most embracing gifts, accentuating waterfalls and remarkable beauty.

We rejuvenated ourselves by dipping deep within the freezing waterfalls.We curled, we rolled, we jumped and got lost amidst those frenzy streams. The cold, quivering stream swivelled every nook and corner of our body inspiring us to carry ourselves. We kept moving ahead, rested, caught our breath and kept moving along. People upfront kept pushing the tail, and, together we kept sailing north.

Moments came when we felt lost, we started doubting our leaders, ambiguity started creeping up, faith was about to be compromised, people started wondering and it looked as if they were about to question :

“Tu idhar, udhar ki na baat kar, yeh bta ki kaafila kyun luta

Hamein rehzanon se gila nahin, teri rehbari ka sawaal hai” 

But, the believe was still there, and we moved and kept moving until we reached, until we conquered, and until we were on top of ourselves. We felt tired, but we were happy, we were starving, but we were still celebrating. Nothing could beat the joy of conquering "The Bhimashankar". We happily prayed to Lord Shiva and reverted with the same enthusiasm that we had carried all along.

Nature's Go Green 

Pics Courtesy @ Anirban Ghosh